Butterflies Are Free to Fly-part 4

[Central Scrutinizer]

Butterflies Are Free To Fly--Part 4

 

     Greg sat in the back of the taxi as it fairly flew down the slick pavement of Sukhumvit once the turn off Soi 22 was finally made. He hoped the driver was as experienced as his cocky adrenaline inducing driving would have one assume. More than likely the son of a bitch had just come from Isan recently, and the fastest he'd ever driven was on a rice tractor with old rubber tires slipped over the metal paddle wheels to protect the tar road from being gouged into potholes from the tractor. "Christ!" Greg muttered to himself and leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. Better not to watch if he didn't want to have a coronary during the few blocks drive down to Soi 4.

     His excitement at his impending meeting with Joy turned to a wave of guilt over his butterflying ways. He felt guilty a lot when he let himself think too much about his actions of the past couple of years. He'd been brought up in a very religious family, and knew his father and mother would frown upon his decidedly immoral actions. Hell, he didn't like it himself really. He tried to justify his actions in his own mind by blaming Noi for it all. He knew what she would do if he left her and got a divorce. He'd never see his daughters again probably. He loved them too much to let that happen. Plus he hated confrontations, and couldn't figure out a way to get out of the marriage without a huge fight, and prolonged torment and agony.

     Once again he kicked himself mentally for ever getting married to Noi. She had never shown any signs of being anything other than a lovely, intelligent, happy and level-headed Thai lady during their fairly brief courtship. Now he was fairly certain she was marginally insane. Her mood swings seemed almost schizophrenic. He'd never seen that side of her before they married.

     Over the years he had seen that actually she was a bigoted, class conscious, irrational, social climbing, arrogant, vindictive, suspicious and demanding bitch. She had no interest in the world outside of Thailand except for the material goods other countries could supply the department stores she frequented. She lived for her goddamned Thai soap operas, and seemed to base all her actions and emotions on what she saw in them. It was as though she was living her life as an actress in her own soap opera. Her anger was easily roused for the most insignificant of reasons, and her lengthy fits of sulking and rages were mentally tiring to say the least, and bordered on the psychotic at their worst. The thought passed Greg's mind that maybe she was really mentally ill, and wondered if it was possible to get her to see a shrink. His face showed a deep frown at the thought of even suggesting it to her or her family, and he barked a short frustrated laugh and opened his eyes. He leaned forward in his seat to look out the windshield to see how far the maniacal taxi driver had been able to get him without splattering him all over the rain slimed greasy road.

     They were just coming to the Soi 4 turn to Nana, and Greg told the driver to turn down the soi and drop him in front of Nana Plaza. The driver expertly took the turn while barely braking and avoided the clusters of farang and Thai pedestrians while pulling over by the entrance to the complex. Greg paid the meter fare and added a ten baht tip for the safe and quick arrival, which brought a smile to the driver's face and a "Kup Koon Krup" from him. He got out, looked at his watch and saw he was actually a little early, especially knowing Joy would never be on time getting to Warblers. She was always late, as was every Thai Greg had ever known. He decided to stop and have a quick beer at the bar overlooking the entrance to the Plaza and do some people watching, and maybe see if he spotted Joy coming from inside.

     Greg's excitement once again rose inside him, and he felt a faint stir in his loins as he walked over to the bar past a few beautiful ladies and their chorus of "Hello hansum man! Where you go?"

     Greg walked quickly up the couple of steps into the bar and grabbed a stool overlooking the roughly paved wide alley that everyone coming and going to the bars inside Nana Plaza had to pass through. At this time of the early evening the place was just getting started really, but, being a Friday night, it was picking up quickly, as farang and Thai ladies began another night of sinful play and partying in the big mango, Bangkok. The excitement in the air was palpable and contagious. Greg felt the worries and problems of his life drift away in the air and dissipate like the smoke that slowly snakes its way to heaven from a bunch of incense sticks burning in front of the ubiquitous Buddha shrines of the land of smiles.

     A pretty lady came over to Greg and took his drink order, flirting with him a bit and rubbing his butt before scurrying off to get him his beer. She returned quickly with his Carlsberg and continued to flirt with Greg until he told her politely in his excellent Thai that he was waiting for someone and didn't require any company. She smiled at him, said a few suggestive comments, and walked away swinging her, skin tight, jean clad buttocks seductively, which drew an admiring glance from Greg, and a naughty knowing smirk from her. He remembered when his wife Noi once had a butt just as lovely. Quickly he thrust the thought from his mind, and took a swig of his beer while turning to watch the gaggle of pretty ladies and prospective customers stream past his perch above them.

     A group of noisy laughing farangs turned the corner off Soi 4 into the alleyway and caught his attention. There were about ten of them, all laughing and joking, and admiring the ladies, and making suggestive comments to the better looking ladies they passed as they ambled up the entranceway. One guy, who seemed like their ringleader, had a head of blonde curly hair which made him look like a much taller version of Harpo Marx, of The Marx Brothers fame, in modern clothing. His smiling face seemed to light the air around him, and he exuded a confidence and joviality that seemed to attract the ladies around him, and caused much laughing and yelling from them and the farang guys with him.

     Greg noticed a thin man next to the Harpo looking guy that was wearing what looked like a huge blown up condom on his head, which caused Greg to burst out laughing. This bunch looked like some wild and crazy buggers out to have a night of serious sanook! Greg had seen this band of guys out around in the bars before, but had never really met any of them.

     Once he had been in the Titty Twister bar upstairs with Joy and had seen these nuts come in and virtually take over the place, like a band of roving clowns with toys and stickers, and other gadgets and candies and stuff, which had all the ladies working and dancing in the bar laughing and howling with glee at their antics. Joy had wanted to leave though, as one of them was an ex-boyfriend, and she didn't want to see him. She commented as they were leaving that they were all expats living in Thailand, and were all "Big butterflies, and baba bobo! Break too many ladies heart!"

     The group of merry jesters and their followers walked up the alley and took the escalator up to the second floor, leaving a wake of smiling farang faces in the surrounding open air bars, and excited, chattering bargirls. Laughter and shrill girlish screams could be heard as they receded along the upper walkway to where ever they were invading with their sanook this night. It seemed a lot of the girls knew these characters. Greg was tempted to follow them and see where they went to, but, glancing at his watch, he noticed it was time to head to Warblers, so he finished his beer, and paid up and left.

     Luckily for him he had his small tote umbrella. It started to pour rain once again as he swiftly walked through the crowded sidewalks toward the Warbler restaurant and bar. Greg snapped open the umbrella and nimbly dodged his way through the pedestrians down the soi. In the distance in front of him he noticed Joy's sweet behind. He'd recognize that gorgeous ass anywhere he thought to himself as he rushed up behind her and poked her in the side where he knew she was ticklish.

     Joy let out a shriek, and turned quickly with her upraised hands to pummel whoever had had the gall and nerve to touch her on the street without her permission. She laughed when she saw it was him, her eyes sparkling mischievously, and threw her arms around him laughing, giving him a quick hug and sniff kiss. Something his wife Noi would never do in public. It just wasn't proper she always told him. She always complained that everyone thought she was a bargirl when they saw her walking with Greg. This usually ticked Greg off. She cared more for what others thought than how he felt. Why should she care so much? She knew she was his wife. Why did she always have to be so reserved and proper? It was one of the reasons he liked being with Joy so much. She didn't seem to care what the hell others thought.

     Joy wrapped her arm around Greg's waist and snuggled against him under the umbrella as they made the last few meters along the soi to the Warblers. Greg inhaled her flowery scent, and broke into a huge smile that seemed so big it would split his face in two. He couldn't wait until they were alone once more. The night was electric, and his whole body vibrated and quivered in anticipation of the coming evening and what it would bring. He felt alive once again, and free.

     Joy sniffed him again and said, frowning slightly, "You smell like whiskey!" Greg winced at the accusation and thought, "Shit! She sounds like my wife dammit!" Joy smiled, touched his ass lightly and playfully with her hand, and growled a sexy little kittenish growl. All thoughts of wives fled from his head as he squeezed her hand and they walked into the courtyard in front of Warblers smiling like two smitten young college lovers.

(to be continued)

 

Cent

[ September 22, 2001: Message edited by: Cent ]

[Guest]

Cent,

Excellent....

Finally another installment...

J22J

[phoenix]

Keep them coming, please.

During my last visit to LOS (re paternity matters) I spent nearly every night an hour or more sitting in that bar at the entry to Nana. Just at dusk, it is a great place to peopel watch, and sip a Singha. Even Nok started to enjoy it, partly because she knew many of thiose coming into work.

There's them damn blues again!

[luckyfarang]

Good stuff, Maynard. Keep it up.